“More sure than I’ve ever been about anything.” I reached my hand out to him. “Let’s not waste any more time.”
“Done.” He took it and covered me with his naked body. Finding my wet center, he groaned. “Damn, Cass. I waited a lifetime for you, and I would’ve waited longer.”
“You don’t have to wait any longer.”
Without saying another word, he entered me and it was like the stars had aligned.
I’d reunited with my missing piece, and it was the most incredible feeling.
“It’s been a long time, so if I come quickly, don’t worry. I’ll go longer the next time.”
“Good, because I want to do all the things we never did when we were together.”
“I like this demanding and confident side of you. It turns me on a lot.” He got busy, moving inside me and having him inside me was amazing.
I never wanted to stop.
But it wasn’t lost on me that there was a lot we needed to talk about regarding Alek and how the club would fit into our relationship. I still wasn’t thrilled about him being an outlaw biker. I didn’t know much about it, but I liked Silvia and if she could be married to the president of the Kings of Anarchy MC, then I could try to be with the Enforcer, my guy, Slay.
“Go deeper, Chris!” I cried with a smile on my face, happy to be alive and in his bed,finally.
Epilogue
CASSANDRA
How had I lived my life without Chris Claiborne, a.k.a Slay, for fifteen years?
Fifteen years.
After being with my high school sweetheart again, like a couple, it felt like very little time had passed.
Yet we were in our thirties.
I supposed it was because I saw him around town every week over the years, catching glimpses of him passing by my café.
During our pillow talk time after some incredible sex, Chris had confessed he was always checking up on me. Even when we weren’t together, he was protective of me.
Oh, how my heart ached for the years we’d lost.
We had a lot of catching up to do. Naturally, we’d changed, but there were things about us that hadn’t changed.
Like I still loved to read daily, and he never missed a day on his motorcycle.
I turned the page of a post-apocalyptic book I was reading and had been recently donated to my café. I deemed the fallout and crazy, violent characters in the story far were worse than anything I had imagined the MC to be like.
But I didn’t really know much about club life. What did Chris and the others do to earn money? Had he killed anyone before?What was the purpose of “the club girls,” like Booty Shorts Suzy? And did Chris like her?
There was the almost kidnapping of me. Apparently, Alek had a mail order bride business, which was frightening.
So, there was some crazy shit going on in my small town and I wondered how much had been oblivious to.
I scanned the page I was on for the third time, anxious for Chris to return to his bedroom with a burrito from Tequila’s restaurant.
I was starving. Having a lot of sex burned a lot of calories. The sex was off the charts amazing.
How had I had the strength to resist him for fifteen freaking years?
For one, I had been living with a mountain of grief and regret. Two, I couldn’t forgive myself or Chris.
